These days I find myself periodically reverting to being my own personal ground man to keep the dizzying whirl of life rushing past from reaching in and tweaking my brain in an undesirable way.
In truth, it’s almost as if I’m on speed and spend my days racing from one project to another before I finally crash and purposely take a 15-minute power nap while sitting at the computer.
A 1998 graduate lived with computers and cell phones from the moment he/she was slipped into their first diaper.
It was a game to see how fast we could go through it. You could buy all manner of paperback books for 25 cents apiece. Nothing here of use to pass along to later generations, except maybe that reading is important. bd I can’t begin to explain why it has been so long since I wrote something here. However, I just looked around and realized a month or more had gone by and I don’t know where it went. It comes as no news to any of us, but I still find it amazing how quickly time changes as you move past life’s mile posts.
The new list came around once a month and I’d buy ten or 15 at a time and mom would go in to Lincoln once a month or so and drop me off at a book store, while she shopped. It has been said that life, like gasoline in an airplane, disappears exponentially: the last five gallons goes away much more quickly than the first five (actually, I think I said that).
My life-long complaint of “so much to do and experience and not nearly enough years to do it” is constantly flashing on the horizon like a beckoning neon sign. The most amazing thing, however, is that the genes I’ve inherited (actually the result of picking the right parents), have kept my health at unrealistically high levels considering the miles and maintenance. And I’m trying to take advantage of those genes before they wake up one morning and decide to make me act my age.
BTW – the foregoing is definitely NOT what I sat down to write about.